[ Intro ] I want to unplug. Get off this stage. I'm all strung out. My nerves are all frayed. Ahhhhhhhh…… [ Chorus ] We're all just winging it. Making our way. Hoping we won't screw up. Make it through the day. [ Verse ] I know this song…. I hope my fingers will agree…. If I miss, will they notice? Play on and see. Fake it to make it…. Swallow the fear… 'Cause all that matters… Is how you appear…. Ahhhhhhhh…… [ Chorus ] We're all just winging it. Making our way. Hoping we won't screw up. Make it through the day. [ Verse ] Are they jeering at me? Or, just singing along? How can something feel both so right and so wrong? I want to unplug. Get outta this place. Then I see her. A knowing smile on her face. [ Bridge ] I've seen her before. Up on this stage. Singin' and playin'. As if that's how she's made. She sings along. Her mouth forms the words. Her body finds the rhythm. I feel absurd. Ahhhhhhhh…… [ Outro ] "Why do you keep coming?", I ask her. "To listen and watch." "We're all imposters", she says, "in our own thoughts". "All thinkin''", she says. "We're someone we're not." "Livin' though others cause we're all that we got." [ Chorus ] We're all just winging it. Making our way. Hoping we won't screw up. Make it through the day.
